free palestine
shitgenstein's mistress
i don't think any male director, writer, artist or creative has ever really managed to depict the intrinsic vulnerability and the sensory-seeking, adrenaline-addled experience that is being confined into the asphyxia space of existing as a woman without seeming fetishistic or condescending, with the exception of David Lynch. his art inspires me everyday, to live authentically, to do authentically, without the borders of self-censorship. i was 14 when i first watched this, & then i felt so at home in this…
elevated the genre of 'revisionist western'; retracing the genre's colonialist, exceptionalist roots, restructuring its violence into something softer, casting it beneath the neon-haloed and incandescent lights of turn-of-the-21st-century americana, weaving around a narrative about family, connectedness, unity - yet not unlike the vastness of these texan plains there inhabits a tangible, chronic, lingering sense of emptiness, landscapes ridden with impenetrable distances. this movie is like a mapping of what isolation in 21st century america feels like, filtered through a field…